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Never let anyone tell you that you are not worth being loved if you don’t love yourself.
Never let anyone tell you that your mental illness is the reason why you are not in a relationship.
I can feel it every day, a tiny inkling that causes breathtaking emotional pain at the most inconvenient of times.
My depression doesn’t care that I am in a relationship with a boy who makes me laugh, tells me I’m beautiful 20 times a day, and cares more deeply for me than any other boy has.
I’ve been on and off medications, been to therapy, but it’s still alive and well, comfortable in its home in my bones.
He constantly attempts to comfort me if I am suddenly uncomfortable when we’re out in public.
He fills me with hope for the future when I lead myself down the darkest of paths, plays with my hair when I’m having trouble sleeping, and encourages me to eat when I have no appetite.
He is quick to remind me how much he loves me, but I am just as quick to be overcome with crippling doubt.
We both know that this is how forever will be, and if he hasn’t given up yet, I’m certain that he is 100% all in.